A year in review.
When I was 31 years old I did the following:
- Stayed sober.
- Married my best fucking friend.
- Went to Mexico.
- Swam in the ocean.
- Saw the American south.
- Bought legal weed.
- Took a vacation and didn’t feel guilty about it.
- Put up some really difficult but important relationship boundaries.
- Was a better sister than ever before.
- Successfully became a full-time freelance writer.
- Doubled my savings.
- Grew my embroidery and creative writing work.
- Submitted fiction and nonfiction writing to publications.
- Didn’t cry when they got rejected.
- Earned my first live lit Chicago performance spot.
- And then got more!
- Stopped getting so homesick.
- Embraced impermanence.
A plan for next year.
I hope to say I did the following when I was 32 years old:
- Stayed sober.
- Stayed married to my best fucking friend.
- Didn’t smoke any cigarettes.
- Made healthier food and sleep choices.
- Swam in the ocean.
- Took a vacation and didn’t feel guilty about it.
- Was a better sister than ever before.
- Successfully stayed a full-time freelance writer.
- Doubled my savings.
- Submitted fiction and nonfiction writing to publications.
- Got accepted!
- Finished my second book, the first book I truly love. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
- Presented my first gallery show of embroidery work. (!!!?!!!!!!!!!)
- Found more time for myself/ made that clock’s-a-tickin’ a positive.
- Check my watch, not my phone.
- Embraced finiteness.
Great cake, great lists. Happy birthday, lady!